Troubled Note
“A Troubled Note”
It was another warm day in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas where others and I are in class learning Math, Science or English. My day was different from the three or four hundred students at Patton Junior High, very different. In English class, I sat two tables from Ms. Pam. It was group project day and I was paired with Quintin Barnes and Megan Vanderham. “Ugh, Ms. Pam I do not like him,” yells Megan from across the room. She gives both Quintin and Ms. Pam the “eye.” “Oh well, you are working with a group or by yourself Ms. Vanderham and you and I both know you cannot afford that, ”Ms. Pam snarled. The whole class, including myself started to laugh. Megan quietly sat down with a red painted face and started to write. You could tell she was upset. The whole class period she did not participate in the group assignment. I glanced over my shoulder wondering what she was writing. I became even more intrigued once I saw the note was addressed to “you know who” Quintin. As the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, Megan handed me the note and asked me if I could give it to Quintin. She said it was very important. “Sure, why not; I mean our lockers are right next to each other,” I replied willingly. As I edged over to my locker, I was tempted to be nosey and read the note but decided against it. But what happened next made me wish I never agreed to deliver that note. On my way to gym class, I had already given the note to Quintin. I still pondered to what the note said but I did not want to be nosey. Instead, I changed into my blue worn out shorts and dingy PJH white t- shirt for gym. In gym, we were playing dodge ball and for some odd reason Quintin kept trying to get me out. As I dodged left to right trying not to get hit by his balls of fury, I thought to myself “What is his problem?” The whistle around Coach Crowder’s pencil neck was blown and everyone stopped in his or her tracks. As painful as the screeching whistle sounded ringing off
It was another warm day in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas where others and I are in class learning Math, Science or English. My day was different from the three or four hundred students at Patton Junior High, very different. In English class, I sat two tables from Ms. Pam. It was group project day and I was paired with Quintin Barnes and Megan Vanderham. “Ugh, Ms. Pam I do not like him,” yells Megan from across the room. She gives both Quintin and Ms. Pam the “eye.” “Oh well, you are working with a group or by yourself Ms. Vanderham and you and I both know you cannot afford that, ”Ms. Pam snarled. The whole class, including myself started to laugh. Megan quietly sat down with a red painted face and started to write. You could tell she was upset. The whole class period she did not participate in the group assignment. I glanced over my shoulder wondering what she was writing. I became even more intrigued once I saw the note was addressed to “you know who” Quintin. As the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, Megan handed me the note and asked me if I could give it to Quintin. She said it was very important. “Sure, why not; I mean our lockers are right next to each other,” I replied willingly. As I edged over to my locker, I was tempted to be nosey and read the note but decided against it. But what happened next made me wish I never agreed to deliver that note. On my way to gym class, I had already given the note to Quintin. I still pondered to what the note said but I did not want to be nosey. Instead, I changed into my blue worn out shorts and dingy PJH white t- shirt for gym. In gym, we were playing dodge ball and for some odd reason Quintin kept trying to get me out. As I dodged left to right trying not to get hit by his balls of fury, I thought to myself “What is his problem?” The whistle around Coach Crowder’s pencil neck was blown and everyone stopped in his or her tracks. As painful as the screeching whistle sounded ringing off